Dum and Dee

Another hot, hot afternoon in India. I don’t like hot afternoons. I like the rain, and anything to do with it. I feel myself when it rains. It’s a rare feeling, you know, feeling myself in public. We go around our social circles in different masks to suit the ones we interact with. If only we could believe that we would be most appreciated in our true faces…

Coming to that, how many people do actually have a true face? Well, that’s another story.

Talking about stories,…


Dum  The clouds look nice.

Dee  Yeah. Especially the white ones.

Dum  All of them are white, Dee.

Dee  I didn’t state otherwise.

Dum  You are weird sometimes.

Dee  At least I’m weird sometimes. You are never weird.

Dum  You reversed my point. I meant you’re weird sometimes and that’s bad.

Dee  Yeah, I know. And I said that you are never weird and that’s the worst that can be.

Dum  We are sounding like something from Lewis Carroll.

Dee  You never know, we could be.

Dum  Could be what?

Dee  Could be something from Lewis Carroll. Who knows?

Dum  What do you mean?

Dee  I mean we could be characters in a book, couldn’t we? Like, right now, you and me, we could be characters in a story or something. It’s possible.

Dum  Stop talking trash. Characters don’t have lives of their own.

Dee  There. That’s where you err, Dum. Just because you have a life of your own and can read about them in a book doesn’t mean they can’t have lives of their own.

Dum  Prove it.

Dee  Prove it? That’s funny. Here’s a character in a story demanding proof of his own living.

Dum  I am not a character in a story. I am a whole, complete, individual living system.

Dee  Uh-huh. That’s only what you think. Whereas, those who are reading your story knows what you truly are: a self-centered, conceited old character. Nothing more, nothing less, and absolutely nothing otherwise.

Dum  I’m gonna kick your theories up your behind if you don’t shut your mouth this instant.

Dee  Ha-ha. I scared you.

Dum  Not really. It’s just a disgusting theory, that’s it. But wait, it means you are a character in a story too. Ha! Got you there. Na na-na na-na.

Dee  I don’t mind being a character in a story, you see. They’ve got interesting lives, and they always have an audience.

Dum  Not always. People may not read them.

Dee  If there were no one to read them, they wouldn’t exist.

Dum  We do, don’t we? And no one’s reading us. How about that?

Dee  Well, it’s just that we can’t see whoever is reading us, because we are confined in the story.

Dum  You’re scaring me.

Dee  Oh, tsch-tsch. Now look at it this way. Does it make any difference at all? Does being a thing in a story or a dream or a thought or a movie make any difference? We still have got our own lives, right? Complete, individual living systems? On the other hand, notice the advantage we have got over our readers. We can go about our lives in any damn way we want to, and they have got no choice but to read it as a story. We have such powers, Dum.

Dum  Thanks. I’ll suggest one thing though.

Dee  Yeah?

Dum  You cook up your own theories, I don’t mind, but don’t come telling them to me. It gives me the heeby-jeebies.

Dee  Oh sure.

One thought on “Dum and Dee

  1. Indrajit

    cool one… reminds me of matrix? or the last action hero!

    I thought you woke up to rain? and complaining about hot afternoon? a bit confusing… isnt it? or did I read wrong? or is the afternoon heat inside the story… I think I should go and join mad hatter\’s tea party!


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